Zhou Fan's words instantly caused an uproar among the people around him.
Come on, man, show a little humility!
Sure, you were the champion, but you still ought to be polite about some things.
Acting that cocky could easily get you beaten up!
The reporters' questions were pretty standard, too.
It was like when a match ended: even if you won, reporters would still routinely ask what you thought of your opponents.
All you had to say was something like, "They might have been my opponents, but they were pretty good, too," and everyone could go through the motions.
When the reporter asked Zhou Fan what he thought of Nangong Chen and the other two, he had just wanted a somewhat polite assessment.
Instead, Zhou Fan had blurted out, "People I beat."
That was just... too arrogant!
"Zhou Fan, does that mean you believe your strength is far above all three of theirs?" another reporter asked.
Zhou Fan spread his hands. "What else?"
"Was there a certain amount of luck involved in your victory over them?"
"What, are you questioning my strength? Why don't the two of us spar, then, and see whether I won through luck?" Zhou Fan was thoroughly annoyed by the reporter's attitude and question.
A loss was a loss, and a win was a win. What was all this nonsense about luck?
Anyone who refused to accept it could fight him.
The reporter was intimidated by Zhou Fan's presence and gaze, and didn't dare ask anything else.
But the entire interview was being livestreamed. Plenty of viewers heard his answers, and the comments section immediately went wild.
"Damn, this guy is way too arrogant! He wins once, and now he looks down on everyone else?"
"Why shouldn't he? He already won. Those people all lost to